Recently I have been having a streak of terrible luck,
but once in a long while I'd do some weak fist pumping.
I sat right next to you partly forcibly,
and felt that maybe you were not so impossible after all.
In an atmosphere that made me want to hold out my hand,
I listened to what you had to say and offered some advice.
At that time, had I already completely fallen into a trap?

Complaining that you haven't been able to talk to anyone,
it's that same pattern all too familiar to me.
Since a long time ago, I have always had a soft spot
for your stories of hardships and eyes about to cry.
I'm telling you! With that kind of serious face of yours,
I would never have imagined you were telling lies. Even now,
I can't believe it...or rather, I don't want to believe it.